Once upon a time, at the foot of a great mountain   There was a town where the people known as Happy Folk, lived   Their very existence, a mystery to the rest of the world   Obscured as it was by great clouds      Here they played out their peaceful lives   Innocent of the litany of excess and violence   That was growing in the world below   To live in harmony with the spirit   Of the mountain called, Monkey was enough      Then one day, strange folk arrived in the town   They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses   But no one noticed them   They only saw shadows, you see   Without the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind      Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes   Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home   Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head   Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead   The dance of the dead, the dance of the dead      In time, the strange folk found their way   Into the higher reaches of the mountain   And it was there that they found   The caves of unimaginable sincerity and giving      By chance, they stumbled upon the place   Where all good souls come to rest   The strange folk, they coveted the jewels   In these caves above all things      And soon they began to mine the mountain   It's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world   Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happy Folk slept restlessly   Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls      Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain   Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?   And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain   Holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind   That chilled the very soul of the Monkey      For the first time, the happy folk felt fearful   For they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep   Then there came a sound, distant first, it grew into castrophany   So immense that it could be heard far away in space      There were no screams, there was no time   The mountain called Monkey had spoken   It was only fire and then, nothing      Oh, little town in U.S.A., the time has come to see   There's nothing you believe you want   But where were you when it all came down on me?   Did you call me? No